Something happened last night in Icecrown. Something dark and evil occurred. In the early morning hours, when the sun was barely shining down on the icy fields. There were sounds of explosions! Chaos was raining down everywhere. The undead of the Lich King were set aflame as were any unwelcome mortals who happened onto the scene. Through the smoke and fire a feint sound could be heard. It was a voice, softly whispering the words spoken by only those who dared to challenge fate and unleash the darkest of arts known to the races of the Horde and the Alliance. In the midst of the fire a dark flaming beast could be seen and there upon this wretched mount was the Warlock Emprius. Laughing maniacally as he surveyed the scene of destruction that he had wrought at the end of his long journey. A cold wind swept over the field as he turned his mighty steed and slowly rode away.
That is right, this morning, after a very long night, Emprius hit level 80 in the only way that felt right to me. I had been running a combination of battlegrounds and quest grinding all night when the server reset hit, I headed for the Argent Tournament and the quests available for the new day. Emprius finished off the first set of quests and became a Valiant for Silvermoon City. He then headed out to challenge the forces of the Lich King where in the heat of combat, he finally reached the end of this journey and hit level 80 while lighting up the night sky.